Kardinal Offishall - 6 In The Morning lyrics

[Intro: Eminem] good morning Haha, wake your mother f**in a**es up You with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my group b**h! [Verse 1: Eminem] For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my a** whipped Cause I'ma have da last lips to ever kiss a** with ( kiss ) I just can't get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad a**es so bad And they so mad they can't stand it Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk) And they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that sh** Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me You poke a stick at a pitbull you get bit B These words stick to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty! I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!) I do this with Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me? [Chorus: Eminem] Good mornin' everybody good mornin' Kick your shoes off mother f**ers come on in Cause we get it on until the break of dawn an Wake your a** up motherf**ers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have a sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then Fake like you know 'em motherf**er an join in Everybody good mornin' [Verse 2: Swifty] Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one f** snubs I'm walkin clubs with a shotgun Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious In a house full of dark sh**, I'ma gothic d**h prophet, you stop breathin You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin It ain't about what you readin When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins Either that or we'll be beefin free when You n***az need a 'E' just to speak sh**! Your leader is a botique b**h Keep the heater where you can reach quick I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret n***a I did it from a mind of a mental patient When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan You brave? [Chorus: Eminem] Good mornin' everybody good mornin' Kick your shoes off mother f**ers come on in Cause we get it on until the break of dawn an Wake your a** up motherf**ers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have a sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then Fake like you know 'em motherf**er an join in Everybody good mornin' [Verse 3: Kon Artis] Yo yo I heard you n***as don't like us But so what this beef is like 'What the f** did he say in his rap Em?' I can see that he's just a punk I mean these n***az squeeze on me Please I'm seeing guts I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you In front of every reporter that I don't like No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write So emotions enough to say "f** you b**h, sh** I don't like you, WHAT!" I might as well give this up like heavy sales And just f** an leave D12 and this blunt We can't self destruct I've never felt it this much Come on fellas, get up We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life come on [Verse 4: Kuniva] I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's But the only thing you shoot is the breeze I can't believe you speaking on movin key's But every time we hear you kick it The only thing that you sellin is wolf tickets I look wicked cause n***as will test your nut sack So when they bust you better bust back And get your guts clapped outa your stomach And when they want it (yeah) I bring a hundred n***as from runave So get to gunnin' and if you comin [Chorus: Eminem] Good mornin' everybody good mornin' Kick your shoes off mother f**ers come on in Cause we get it on until the break of dawn an Wake your a** up motherf**ers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have a sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then Fake like you know 'em motherf**er an join in Everybody good mornin'